(During the service today we baptised Lyra, Ottilie and Mylo. It was lovely to welcome them, and their families and friends, to Seal Church. )
“I am the good shepherd” says Jesus in the reading we’ve
just heard. The idea of Jesus as a good shepherd is so familiar to us today
that we probably don’t give it a second thought. We are very used to seeing
pictures of Jesus carrying lambs – there’s one in the stained glass window
behind the font, so you’ll be able to see it if you’re close enough when we
baptise Lyra, Ottilie and Mylo. Of
course, Jesus wasn’t a shepherd – he was a carpenter. But we understand what
the image is saying. Shepherds are leaders, guiding and protecting their flock
from danger, finding good grazing and water for them. That’s the point. It’s
about leadership and care.
But when Jesus first likened himself to a good shepherd, and
when the early Christians first wrote about him like that, it would been a real
surprise and huge challenge to many people.
Imagine you were one of those early Christians, in the first
few decades after Jesus’ crucifixion, as his message was starting to spread
around the Mediterranean. They were a mixed bunch, so if you were one of them you
might have grown up in the Jewish faith, like Jesus, or you might be from a
Gentile background, non-Jewish – maybe Greek or Roman.
If you were Jewish you’d have been very familiar with the
idea of the leader as a shepherd. Your scriptures, the books we call the Old
Testament, were full of shepherding language. It went back to that great king
of Israel, King David. He’d started out as a little shepherd boy who killed the
giant Goliath. There’s a picture on the back of your hymn sheets to remind you
of the story.
He’d learned his courage and his trust in God from being a shepherd, he said, fighting lions and bears who threatened his sheep. If you were Jewish he was the greatest leader your people had ever had, so it’s no surprise that shepherding had become a model for leadership. The scriptures even described God as a shepherd, the best shepherd of all. “The Lord is my shepherd” said the psalm we’ve just sung as a hymn. So if you came from a Jewish background it was all this imagery you had in your mind when you heard Jesus calling himself the Good Shepherd.
If you were Greek or Roman, though, you’d have had images of
your own to draw on. Look at the second of the images I’ve put on your sheets.
At first sight it looks as if it might be Jesus, but it isn’t. It’s actually
the Greek god Hermes. He was often pictured carrying a lamb, which was meant to
represent your soul. Hermes was the one who carried you into the afterlife. So
if you were one of those Christians who had a Greek or Roman background, this was
the kind of shepherd you’d have been thinking of.
Either way – Jewish or Gentile – for Jesus to call himself
the Good Shepherd sounded rather presumptuous, and it’s no wonder that those
who were opposed to him found it hard to stomach. Who did he think he was?
Another King David, a god like Hermes? To many he was just an upstart young
carpenter from a backwater of Israel, and one who had ended up crucified for
his impertinence. And wasn’t that the final proof that he was a pretty useless
leader? How could God be with him and have blessed him if he had ended up dead
on a cross?
But his followers stubbornly kept walking in his footsteps
anyway, proclaiming that he had risen from the dead, that the cross had not been the end of the story. Whatever they understood and meant by that, the fact that they were so convinced of it – convinced enough to die for
preaching it – tells us that they’d experienced something pretty powerful. As
far as they were concerned he was still very much with them, and he was a
leader worth following. They were convinced too that his way was a good way, a
way that led to life – the way of a good shepherd. The shepherd imagery
and language they’d grown up with was the natural way of reflecting that for
them.
The third picture on the sheet, from around the time
Christianity was eventually accepted by the Romans is very similar to the
Hermes statue, but is probably meant to be Christ.
And by the fifth century the
transformation is complete.In the mosaic from Ravenna the shepherd has grown a halo and carries a cross – this is obviously Jesus.
Anyway – that is the history lesson over. Why does any of
this matter? Why, especially, does it matter when we come to baptise Lyra,
Ottilie and Mylo?
It matters because one of the biggest worries any parent has
– and I speak as a mum myself – is about who and what our children are going to
be led by, what will influence them and what direction their lives will take as
a result. Like all of us, they will be surrounded by a thousand voices calling
to them, beckoning them, driving them this way and that. There will be the
voices of the media – traditional and new. There will be politicians and
campaigners and advertisers. Buy probably still the strongest influence of all
will come from their peers. Peer pressure is as old as the hills, but has lost
none of its power. People generally want to fit in with those around them, to
do what their friends do.
We might like to think we are rational, independent people
who carve out our own path through the world, but the truth is that we all
follow leaders of one sort or another, and so will our children. And we know
that. What matters is that as far as we can, we make a conscious choice, for
ourselves and for them, about which of those voices we will pay heed to, which
paths to follow, so that we, and they,
don’t just end up drifting along, trailing after whoever sounds loudest or most
superficially attractive.
Baptism is a service with a host of meanings. It speaks of
God’s love for each of us, of his promise that nothing can destroy that love. It
reminds us that we are part of a family, wider than our own family, the family
of God. But parents who come to me to ask for baptism for their children often
tell me that an important reason for them is that they want to set them on a
good road, to give them a good path to follow. In a moment I’ll ask these
children’s parents and godparents “Do you turn to Christ?” I’ll ask them to choose their direction of
travel, to choose what they are heading towards. I’ll ask them to put behind
them whatever it is that blocks that path, sin and evil, the things that weigh
us down. I will ask them to make these promises not just for the children, but
for themselves as well, because we can’t take others where we haven’t been
ourselves.
Walking that path isn’t easy; listening for the voice of the
shepherd, in the midst of all those other voices around us, isn’t simple. We
can’t just say the say the right words, learn the rituals, wear a cross and
think we’ve got it all done and dusted. We can’t just do the things that
Christians have done in the past, parrot their beliefs and understanding, and
assume that will be fine either. There’s wisdom to be found in old ways, but
every generation of Christians has to find out anew what following Christ means
for them as they face the questions and challenges of their own time.
But if we aren’t sure of the way ahead we can be sure that the
way of Christ is a way of love, which leads to people growing in love. It’s a
way of justice, which gives priority to those at the bottom of the heap, who
need it most. It is a way of service, not one in which we cling anxiously to
our own status and security. If we hear a voice calling to us and it’s not
calling us towards those things, if it is calling us towards a life that is
smaller, meaner, less loving, then whatever it is, it isn’t the voice of the
Good Shepherd.
Today, we pray for Mylo, Lyra and Ottilie. We pray that
they’ll learn to pick out the voice of Jesus from the babble of all those other
things that will call to them, so that they can follow a path that leads to abundant
life, full of the love and joy that God wants for them. It’s worth the effort, worth
the risk, taking that journey, because along the way there are green pastures,
still waters, comfort and strength in the dark valleys too. And they will be welcomed
and loved by the Good Shepherd, with a place at his table, whatever happens to
them, whatever they do. And God’s promise is that the same is true for all of
us.
Amen
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